Ziggy you're a star
But my mind's made up
I might as well console myself
In anything around
That I can touch but not mess up
Ring it dry and smother the
Decor of a bedroom that has let us down

Ziggy you're a star
When will I feel pain in cosine waves on oscillate
Or so much worse, that it don't touch me that much
Numb as fuck

I don't like it either way
But I'll stay tongue tied anyway
And I don't like it either way
But I'll stay tongue tied anyway

And we walked
Did not talk
Close to hand but hands closed
Awkward